Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:43:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: D R
Subject: The Unloved Crazy Summer
The Unloved Crazy Summer
The names have been changed to protect identities. Thanks for reading I
hope you enjoy.
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My name is Dax. I'm about 24, blue eyes, brown hair, I weight about 245
lbs. I don't want to say that I'm extremely overweight, but I'm not skinny
either. I'm very respected in the community as an adult leader in the
BSA. A lof of the young people come to me for advice, I never let
down. Parents and adults don't understand why I work with young people so
well, I believe it's a God given gift. Enough jibber jabber, let's move on.
I'm one of the chosen adult leaders to take a group of boys camping to the
summer camp located about three hours south of where we live. My have many
boys in the troop, good looking, not so good looking, boys from good homes,
broken homes, loved, or misunderstood. I love all the boys equally. Nothing
would have ever prepared me for what I was expecting to happen at this
summer camp.
We had traveled from the meeting place where we meet for our meetings. In
my van, I had, and have to admit, my favorite boys out of the
group. Brothers, Mike, 16, and Alex, 15, both with brown hair and hazel
eyes, Mike was thin, short and older, while Alex was built, tall, and
younger. Mac, 11, a dark haired, young man with a small frame, Stan, 10, a
small skater boy with a thin frame, his older cousin Ben, 17, small looks
except tall, and Kurt, 13, a preppy, blonde hair kid. I try not to play
favorites, but these are the guys that hang around me the most so I know
how they all tick and what sets them off.
When we reached the destination, we checked into camp, trekked a mile to
the site, set up camp, had the boys changed into their trunks for the swim
test, come back, dress for dinner. A group of boys left for a river rafting
trip for the week and I was left with all the beginner campers. With our
fair share of knife cuts, skunk scares, and everything, the boys returned
from the raft trip on Friday afternoon. That evening we went to the camp
fire, enjoyed some laughs, and everyone went to bed for the night.
Here's where it begins.
I heard a whisper at my tent.
"Dax, Dax, you awake"
I groggily reached for my watch and looked at the time, it was 3:30 in the
morning. My boys have never been awake in the middle of the night unless
something was bothering them.
"Now, I am, what's wrong," I whispered back?
"I really need to talk to you, can you walk with me to `The Point'?"
"The Point" was the Indian point near the lake where they taught the Indian
Lore merit badge.
I put on some sweats, my in camp sneakers, and my rash guard shirt. I met
up with Alex about half way and we started walking. The silence was kind of
crazy for me, however, I know that crunch of leaves beneath our feet was
just thinking time for Alex. We finally reached "The Point." We stood
looking out over the lake as the orange moon was reflected in the water. I
had to break the silence.
"Well, we're here," in a voice that just audible to us.
This must have shaken Alex. He jumped as I spoke.
"Yeah," he responded unsure of himself.
"Alex...what's wrong?"
"Is there...have you...I don't know," searching for his words. "You won't
tell anyone about what we talk about, right?"
"According to my rules, everything we talk about is kept secret, unless you
plan on hurting yourself or someone else."
"Ok," he paused, "I like someone."
"That's all, that's fine, what's the problem?"
"I like like someone."
"Well, Alex, if you like like someone, usually it means that you love
them."
"I know, I just don't think that this person lov," he has always had
problems saying love, "I don't think this person feels the same way."
He stood up and began pacing, he stopped and looked at the lake. Sensing
something wasn't right, I knew that it was time to intervene a little bit.
"Listen, Alex, just tell me, don't think about it, it'll just make it
harder."
He turned around and just jumped into my arms, he armed his arms around
me. This kind of took me for a surprise, I never expected this kid to be
this, this emotional. Tears were streaming down his face.
"I think I might be...gay."
"Alex, Alex, sssshhhh shhhhh, it's ok. You just can't tell anyone in the
troop, I don't have a problem with it."
"You will though, because the person I like is you," then he lifted his
head and began to kiss me, sliding his tongue into my mouth."
"ALEX," I stepped back! "You can't do that. I can't, it doesn't work that
way."
"See, I knew it."
"Alex, you don't understand, one, this would never work out, two, I can go
to jail, and loose my reputation as an adult."
Alex dropped to the ground in a heap and started to cry. I ran over and
hugged him, he pulled away several times, and I just held on
stronger. After about five minuets he calmed down, we ended up sitting down
and talking for hours about he came to the decision of becoming gay, why he
chose me, and didn't understand what the so bad about an adult and a youth
being together. Morning was slowly growing closer I felt, I pulled out my
watch from my sweat pockets it was 4:30 am. I stood up.
"Please don't go, stay for another hour, no one will be awake," he quickly
jumped up and pleaded grabbing my hand.
I agreed. I sat down on the ground with my knees bent and he just came and
sat down inbetween them. His back was against my chest. Something was in
the back of my mind, a love for this kid who never really knew love, this
was not only affecting my mind, but what was in my pants, as well. He
grabbed my arms and wrapped them around his waist; my hands had dropped
into his lap, his head laid against my shoulder. Something happened as I
slowly began to rub inner thigh. He looked up and me and I looked down, he
leaned up and began to kiss me, our tongues intertwined, I slowly kissed
down his neck and back up. He pulled off his shirt and took my hand and
rubbed it over his chest, he reach under my shirt and felt my semi muscular
chest.
"Have you ever had a blow job," I asked him?
"No."
I changed positions and got between his legs, I slid his yellow soccer
shorts down to reveal his blue knit boxers. His boner was poking out. I
pulled his boxers down to reveal four inches of boy cock. He had a small
teenage circumsized mushroom head. He gasped as I took his cock and began
to stroke it, it really set him off when I engulfed his cock with my
mouth. I've only ever given two blow jobs before so I will admit that I'm
no expert. I worked my mouth along his shaft and his boy balls.
"I can't hold it," he breathed heavily.
"Let it go," I said picking up the pace.
He blew five strong boy loads. I let three go into my waiting mouth and two
all over my face.
"Oh my god, that was amazing."
Well I'm glad you liked it. He got up to put his shorts on and as I was
getting up, he jumped on me and pulled my sweats and my boxer briefs
down. He started working on my five and a half inch uncut cock. I couldn't
believe that this was happening, it starteled me, I got up, and quickly
jumped on his kneeling over him as he sucked my dick, I grabbed my dick and
started jerking it quickly.
"Do you want to take it down?"
"I'll try."
"Open up."
I blew four thick loads into his waiting mouth.
"That was great, what else can we do?"
"We don't have anymore time, everyone will be up soon, we have to be in our
tents so know one knows."
We dressed and walked back, hand in hand. I stopped him in the road before
the clearing.
"No one, can ever know about this, I will never pretend that happened. I
love you, you are a great kid, but this can never happen again."
"I don't care," Alex said, "I will never be with anyone else, except you."
"Other people will come and I will fade away, why did you choose me?"
"You were the only one who first showed any type of love to me, even if it
was a smile or a hug."
We went back to the tents, with a silent hug, and a quick passionate kiss
we went back into our tents. In the morning, no ever knew, the day went on
as planned as we packed and left the camp ground, I dropped off everyone I
had in my vehicle to their appropriate houses, and drove off back to my
home, thinking that this was one crazy ass summer camp.
P.S. If you haven't realized that this is a story, get a life.